Page 53 of Promised Love

Butterflies go crazy in my stomach when his hand stays there for several beats. I struggle to focus on Maya, and she tells us about their first date as an engaged couple. My heartbeat is wild, but the moment Lukas’ hand squeezes mine, I see stars.

He pulls me closer to him, and I’m almost sitting on his lap like Maya is on Andy’s.

When he shifts, I feel his left arm and realize what I’m doing. Crap! He’s still healing. I try to move away, but Lukas’ grip on me tightens.

I look over my shoulder in surprise.

Why isn’t he letting me go?

Instead he leans forward and runs his nose along my cheek. Goosebumps appear on my skin, and I shiver at the contact.

When I look back at him, there’s a reflection of the dancing flames of the fire pit in his eyes. Lukas Spencer has never looked hotter and more mine than he does right now, including all the times he has visited my imagination.

It’s late when we say goodbye to Maya and Andy. I shoot a quick text to Mr. Big, telling him he can take the night off after our hosts insist we let their driver drop us back home.

When I get inside the back seat of Maddy’s town car, the privacy screen in the car is up, something I’ve only seen in movies. But suddenly the back seat feels much smaller, more closed in.

I turn in my seat, and the leather makes a swishing sound. When I look at Lukas, he’s glancing back at me.

“Lukas.”

“Autumn.”

We whisper each other’s names when our eyes meet, and something changes between us.

It’s a flicker of understanding.

It’s like we know what the other person is thinking.

And I’m prepared when Lukas crushes his lips into mine.

He waits for me to open my mouth. How my inebriated brain knows that, I have no clue, but I allow him access.

His tongue meets mine, leaving the taste of tequila and him behind. My arms lock around his neck, touching the soft leather of his jacket and then drifting up to his silky hair. I’ve often wondered how soft it would be.

His hand holding my face slides lower, from my shoulders to my side, squeezing every so often as it drifts lower, finally settling on my waist. He pulls me closer, and it’s not long before I’m straddling him with my knees resting on either side of him.

My breath hitches at the feel of his hardness, but I realize that’s nothing compared to how hot it feels when he drags me back and forth on his cock with one arm.

Holy shit!

Are we really doing this?

Lukas and me?

In the back seat of our customer’s car?

And how far will we go?

All in?

But the car stops, bringing my erotic thoughts to a halt and making both of us jump.

Lukas looks up at me with an almost horrified expression. I slide back in my seat, as it feels like the right thing given his sudden mood change.

And immediately, he throws the door open. “Sorry,” he whispers and steps out before striding inside, on the way, nodding a hello to the night manager.

I get out of the car and thank the driver.

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